Revenge Is Much Sweeter (Revising)

Prologue

Looking through the pile of junk, which the fashion designers call 'clothes'. I can't help but be irritated and angry of the outcome they have produced.

I didn't hired them to be part of my magazine crew because their names are well known in the industry, but I hired them because I want the best clothes produced and advertised through my magazine. The junk they're currently showing me isn't even near the category of best.

"Is this what you supposedly call fashion? I thought they were a bunch of trash. Anyone could easily mistaken it for that." Getting a piece of a so called dress out of the clothing rank and raise it, for them to see what I'm trying to prove.

"I mean, what the hell is this? Is this supposedly a dress? A kid could do way better than you." Eyeing my three fashion designers with such disappointment.

Everyones eyes are looking everywhere expect mines. Just to clarify, I'm not a mean person but this company of mine is precious to me and to every readers out there. They all respect my magazine which was something I never had ever since I step foot on high school. So me being vicious is very understandable if you ask me.

This company proves what I'm capable of and a little tinny mistake can be something that could ruin everything I worked hard for.

Putting the dress back to the rack, scoffing again as I inspect the clothes. "I'm giving everyone a chance to arrange this." Looking at them one by one with my annoyed expression I said, "Whatever this is."

I eyes my fashion designers, looking at them with the dismay and all they do is bow their head as I bring shame to them. "You know very well what I want and this is absolutely not what I expected from you guys." With that statement I walk straight to the door but I give them a final glance at my shoulder and I could see everyone cramming and arguing about the clothes and how it turned out.

Heading my way to the meeting room, Antonnete, my personal assistant, suddenly pops at my right side and starts to fill me up with my hectic schedule.

Just as I'm about to open the door in the meeting room, she mention a name that I never thought I'll hear again after graduating in high school.

"A guy name, John Noemi wants an appointment with you today ma'am.His very insistent even though I told him you couldn't meet him without arranging any appointment. He said if I mentioned his name, you'll be meeting up with him in matter of seconds. Do you want me to call the guards to escort him out of the building ma'am?"

I couldn't believe my ears, John Noemi is in my building. I scoff and mutter under my breathe that his still the same cocky bastard.

Antonnete's eyes widen a little by my comment and seems hesitant to ask me a question. "Um. Ma'am.. Is he.. You know.. Your ex boyfriend or something?"

I give her an are-you-crazy look and then starts to laugh so loud. I know its unprofessional for me to laugh like that but I got to admit that was funny. No way in hell will I be in a relationship with that guy. Let alone not being able to stay in a room with him for 5 minutes.

Antonette give me a weird look but nonetheless, didn't ask anything. After composing myself, I told her to cancel my meetings and tell Mr. Noemi to meet me in my office.

This should be interesting.

I go straight to my office and I settle myself on my swivel chair. I turn it around and watch the people of New York City busy themselves.

My office consist of a large room that has a big glass windows surrounding it which means I have a great view of New York City. I have the walls painted in cream white and the floor is covered with a fury carpet. I have book shelves on my right side and some vinyls collection on my other side. I keep a collection of wines plastered near the vinyls. Ofcourse, I have a long table settling beside my chair and near the large glass is a table which has pictures of me, my friends and my accomplishments.